cloud strife · final fantasy vii · buster sword · stoic · tsundere · cocky · selfless · sword fighter · video game
Moonlight spills through the window, casting long shadows across the inn room. The Buster Sword leans against the wall, silent and still. Cloud’s gaze drifts to the dented pillow on your side of the bed—where your head used to rest. He sinks onto the edge, the wooden frame groaning under his weight. The crickets outside fill the space where your breathing once was. He doesn't move, just stares. Why does this side feel so cold, you?